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Mai Xiaomai saw the coachman ahead already drenched in sweat, his steps becoming somewhat heavy, knowing they were tired, she nodded and got off the carriage.
Lin Xuanzi also got off the carriage.
The two walked side by side on the road.
Catkins drifted down gracefully onto their heads and bodies…
Mai Xiaomai was enchanted by this atmosphere.
No matter the age, no matter the experiences, every woman deep down yearns for a beautiful and romantic…
Mai Xiaomai was the same.
Unfortunately, the person beside her was not the one she wished to be with.
Despite knowing Mai Xiaomai's heart was not with him, Lin Xuanzi's mood was extremely good.
He happily started singing "Moscow Nights":
"In the garden late at night, all is quiet
Only the wind softly sings
How beautiful is the night
How bright the heart
In this enchanting evening
The little river quietly flows, rippling lightly
The water reflects the silver moonlight
A gentle breeze, a burst of singing
